The reunion between mismatched siblings is joyous, intimate, and not do be shared. Let it only be said that they knew they would find each other again, on this day, at this place, at the base of the bridge to the sea and the gods. That the boy arrived first, a small dark dot in the early morning blaze, flames licking eagerly at his three thick tails, gold eyes bright as the rising sun. That he did not wait long before she came, a shining knight on the west horizon, the light woven in her mane casting a halo around her crown. That they came together in a flash of elation and fire and love. That they spoke then for hours, and did not speak for as long, and both knew at last that they were whole once more.

It is noon when their tone grows serious, and for the first time a cloud crosses the filly's face. "Lace?" she asks the kitsune, but she knows his answer before she asks. Her brother shakes his gold eyed head, ears falling marking plainly the sadness he feels. She shuts her onyx eyes, letting her forelock hide her pain, retreating into the safety of her mind. Sadness etches soft lines in her face, and for a minute she is the filly of a month ago, a week, broken and frail. What chance has she against the darkness of the world?

But further inspection reveals the truth- like metal tempered by flame she has changed, and now she glows with a ferocious passion. Where once she was skinny the girl is lean, laced with wiry muscle beneath her winter coat. Gone is the last of her baby fat, replaced with shallow lines and tight steps. The purple flower in her mane stays strong and bright, contrasting against the silver-gold braids, the feathered gold legs. Onyx eyes gleam eager and hard, still bright with childlike wonder but differently, now, tinted with an edge of anger and righteous rage. Little scars litter her knees, her face. Nay, she is not that broken filly- and as she opens her eyes the child fades, replaced by a young woman melted and reforged.

A smile crashes from behind the clouds, small, nearly gone, but very much there. Nothing can stop them now, Tandavi knows, now that they have found each other, and Natraj's soul sings agreement and pride. In their hours of discussion they have forged a plan, and armed with this they straighten, snouts pointed toward the island of gods. They shall talk to the Sun, for she has finished her quest, and ask for what Tandavi now knows she needs: the power to heal those she loves. Then they will find Lace, and save him, and find the blue mare she met in the caves, the chosen of the Sun God, and follow her home.

@[Sacre], open.